I know work week and recruitment might make sororities seem very superficial from the outside. I am not the kind of girl who loves crafting and matching outfits, but I will admit I love my sorority. These two weeks actually remind me why I joined my sorority and why I have continued to love my experience. I am now a junior and I no longer think my identity is tied to my Greek affiliation. Freshman year, your new sorority affiliation seemed like the most important thing about you. When you would meet new people the first question they would ask is what sorority are you in. Now, I don’t buy every new sorority T-shirt and I don’t throw up my hand sign in numerous pictures, but I have a new appreciation for my sorority.

If someone told me that being locked in a house with all women with very little sleep and no interaction with the male species would be fun, I would think it was a sick joke. I cannot explain how ridiculous bouncing and singing in each other’s faces is, but for some unknown reason I show up to the house every morning excited to see the girls. These girls are not just my “sisters” or random people who happen to wear the same letters as me. These girls continuously make me laugh, challenge me and encourage me. These girls are my best friends and the people who I will remember for years after graduation. They aren’t just the girls I go out with or sit next to in class.

My sorority has led me to my best friends. It has led me to my roommates and my future bridesmaids. It has also led me to mentors that are older than me. It has led me to younger girls who I can give assistance to. It has brought me my little who I love to spoil and have cuddled next to me in my bed. It has brought me the people who I can be 100 percent myself with and I know they completely accept me. The girls in my sorority have completely made my college experience. They continually surprise me with how insanely weird they are, but also how kind and caring they are. Sororities are not for everyone, but I love mine.